"No, it's okay. You know me..." He worries enough for the both of them, and then some. For instance, right now he's worrying about how comfortable this atmosphere is, how happy Russia is becoming, how happy he should allow himself to be feeling, and about how public a place this is for all of the above to be happening.
He dare not move his hand from the warm press of Russia's cheek. He doesn't want to break the moment. It's up to Russia if he wants to do so. They could go back to their drinks, Canada back to the newspaper and Russia back to people-watching. Or... or...
He makes himself look into Russia's eyes, rather than casting his gaze down after a moment as he tends to. Because Ivan is seeing him. And is happy to see him. For Canada, that kind of attention never gets old. Selfishly, recklessly, he holds that gaze.
...Or he might be led into something he would eagerly drink up, hazardous though it is. (But, hazardous in ways that don't matter in the here-and-now.)
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For instance, right now he's worrying about how comfortable this atmosphere is, how happy Russia is becoming, how happy he should allow himself to be feeling, and about how public a place this is for all of the above to be happening.
He dare not move his hand from the warm press of Russia's cheek. He doesn't want to break the moment. It's up to Russia if he wants to do so. They could go back to their drinks, Canada back to the newspaper and Russia back to people-watching. Or... or...
He makes himself look into Russia's eyes, rather than casting his gaze down after a moment as he tends to. Because Ivan is seeing him. And is happy to see him. For Canada, that kind of attention never gets old.
Selfishly, recklessly, he holds that gaze.
...Or he might be led into something he would eagerly drink up, hazardous though it is. (But, hazardous in ways that don't matter in the here-and-now.)